[ She's certainly staring at his tail. Geralt does, too, turning around to peer at it. Either it's Ciri thinking about it or Geralt relenting—because Ciri is, by far, the only person who could convince him to do this shit—but it does...move. For a few seconds, it sweeps from side to side, not unlike how the wolf outside Kaer Morhen behaves when it's given a fresh chunk of elk.
He looks back at Ciri. ] You can't tell anyone.
[ Sam already nearly passed out from choking on his own laughter when he first showed up. Geralt truly does not want a repeat of that situation, partly because he likes Sam breathing and partly because this isn't doing wonders for his general reputation.
Not that he especially cares about that, but. Nonetheless. He sighs again and sits down on a stool, squishing his tail beneath his weight so that it's not tempted to have a mind of its own. ]
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He looks back at Ciri. ] You can't tell anyone.
[ Sam already nearly passed out from choking on his own laughter when he first showed up. Geralt truly does not want a repeat of that situation, partly because he likes Sam breathing and partly because this isn't doing wonders for his general reputation.
Not that he especially cares about that, but. Nonetheless. He sighs again and sits down on a stool, squishing his tail beneath his weight so that it's not tempted to have a mind of its own. ]
You? Any special effects you've found in yours?